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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 200

Chapter 200

“Ugh…”‍

Tulwin​⁠‌ Esrin opened his‌ eyes with a suffocating sensation.

‘I’m​​ tied up…’

His‌ hands and feet‍‌‍ were restrained, preventing‍‌⁠ him from moving‍ freely. On top⁠‌⁠ of that, his⁠​ body was strapped⁠ to a bed,‌‌‌ so he couldn’t​ even sit up.​​

He​ couldn’t even turn​ his head—his only⁠ view was the​‍⁠ ceiling.

‘Where⁠ am I?’

It‌‍ wasn’t a prison⁠ or his personal⁠ palace. It looked⁠​‌ more like a luxurious tent.

This‍‌⁠ was completely different⁠ from what he⁠​ had expected. He​‍‌ thought he’d wake‍‌ up imprisoned in‍ a royal cell⁠‌⁠ or back at‍⁠‌ his own estate.‌‌

‘How‍ long was I unconscious? What’s going‍‍​ on?’

Everything⁠ was confusing.

‘I’m​ thirsty. Isn’t anyone‌‌​ here!?’

A burning thirst consumed⁠‌ him. He tried⁠ shouting to call​‌​ someone, but only⁠‌‍ a faint wheeze​​‍ escaped his dry​‍⁠ lips.

Then,‌ cold water brushed⁠⁠​ his lips and‍ moistened his throat.⁠‌ The refreshing sensation‍⁠ quelled the burning⁠‍ thirst, and he‍‌‌ drank desperately, gulping​​‌ loudly.

“More…‍⁠⁠ I want more!”⁠‍

He⁠ opened his mouth​ desperately, like a hatchling waiting for‍ food.

At​ that moment, soft‌‌‌ hands suddenly turned​‌ him over.

“What​‌‌ are…?”

His‌‍‍ body was flipped⁠‍ so quickly that⁠ he didn’t even​‌ see the person’s⁠ face. A moment‌‍​ later—

Whack!⁠

His⁠ vision went black.‍⁠

“…He’s‍‍ unconscious again.”

— I told you⁠ a blow to‍‍ the neck would‍‍ knock him out​ in one hit.​‍‍

“Are‍‍​ there going to​‍‌ be any problems?”​

The​‌ one responsible for‍ knocking out a royal prince, Aint‌‍‍ Armian, smiled a little awkwardly.

— For now, no.​‍ But since it’s‌⁠ a physical blow,⁠ repeating it too‍ many times could‌⁠‍ have consequences.

— Let’s just pray⁠⁠ Fernan comes back‍‍‍ soon—before something happens⁠​ to Tulwin Esrin.‍

“Eh,‍⁠​ did his body‌‌ just twitch?”

— Impossible.

“Just‌‌⁠ in case, I’ll⁠ give him another​ one.”

— Do it. Better‌ to do a thorough job.

Whack!​​​

The⁠‍⁠ prince’s body was⁠⁠‌ as still as‍ a frog crushed‍ under a rock.‍‌‌

“At‌‍​ least I gave​​ him water first.​​ Makes me feel⁠‍ a little less​ guilty.”

— …Don’t say that​ out loud anywhere.‍⁠​

Aint‌ exited the tent.‍‍

Only‌‍⁠ the sound of⁠​ Tulwin Esrin’s irregular​​ breathing remained.

***‍‍

Rumble—‌​⁠

Finally,​​ the door opened.​⁠‌

What​​ lay inside?

The⁠⁠⁠ first Pontiff of​ the Dragon God⁠‍ Cult—what had he​ left behind for⁠ his descendants?

If‍ he had built‌‌‌ a dungeon of‍ such magnitude, it‍ couldn’t be anything⁠ trivial.

At⁠​‌ the very least,​ it had to​ be worth more⁠‌ than the cost⁠⁠ of its construction.​

Fernan​‌ could barely contain​ the excitement in‍‍ his chest.

“Not‌⁠‍ going in?”

“Just‌‌ catching my breath.”​

“Huh?”⁠​

“I’m‍‌‍ going in.”

Fernan​‌​ stepped forward with‌‌⁠ solemnity.

‘Gold⁠‌ would be best.⁠ If there’s a mountain of it,‍ like what the⁠ First Emperor left‌ behind, that’d be​⁠​ perfect.’

But‍ even if it⁠‍‌ wasn’t money, anything‍ of equal value⁠‍‌ would be fine.‍

‘Elixirs‌‌​ are always useful.’‍‍​

Or‌​‍ magical beasts like⁠‌ the sacred bird⁠⁠‌ Silver.

‘A‍⁠‌ legendary weapon wouldn’t‌​ be bad either…’‍

Like‌‍‌ the First Emperor’s‍​​ sword that Aint‌⁠ now wielded.

‘Even‌‌⁠ if it’s just‌⁠‌ a symbol—if it⁠ belongs to the⁠ Cult, it’d be⁠⁠​ worth a fortune.’​​‍

Since⁠‌ it was tied​ to religion, any‍‍ symbol could be​‍‌ turned into money.‌‌ He could sell⁠‌​ it back to‌⁠ the Cult for‍​ an astronomical price.‌​‍

‘I⁠⁠‍ already took all‍ the magic lamps…’​

If‍​‌ he could take‍ the entrance door‍⁠ too, the Dragon​‌​ God Cult would​​ go nuts—but it​ was sealed with‍⁠‌ fixing magic and⁠ couldn’t be removed.‌‍‌

At‌‌ last, the interior​​ was revealed.

It‌​ was a space⁠​⁠ as large as‌‍ the chamber guarded​‌ by the Chimera.‌‍‍

At⁠‍⁠ the center stood‌ a gigantic statue‌⁠ of a white‍ dragon; above it,​ hundreds of magic‍ lamps; behind it,‌ three doors.

“….”​

“Wow…‌ this is incredible.”⁠

The‌ dragon was majestic,​ fierce and elegant‌‌⁠ at once—a contrast‍​ of brutality and‍​ beauty. No description⁠‌‍ seemed adequate.

It​ wasn’t the work‌​‌ of human hands.⁠‍‍

And‌ that also meant‍‌ it had no‌​‍ human price.

“Doesn’t‌‌⁠ seem to have‍ any special magical‍ power.”

At⁠ most, a preservation‍⁠​ spell. That meant⁠ it could be‍ stored in subspace‌​ with no problem.‌

Fernan‌ smiled greedily.

“…Is‌​‍ that really all‍‍ you think about‍‍ when you see‍‌ this?”

“I‌ think other things​⁠ too.”

“Right?‌ No matter how‍⁠⁠ much you love⁠​⁠ money…”

“The​‍‌ statue already has‌⁠ incalculable value. But⁠‌ with the right​‍ backstory, its price‌‍⁠ multiplies.”

“Huh?”​

“If‌​‍ presented as a work of the⁠⁠ first Pontiff and​‍​ a symbol of‌ the Cult, they’d​ pay billions to‌⁠‌ get it back.”‌​‌

The‌‌ Cult would have​‌ no choice but​ to pay whatever​⁠ he asked. Displaying​⁠ something like this​‍ outside their territory‌‌‍ would be a huge stain on‍‍​ their prestige.

“…God.⁠ You’re seriously obsessed‍ with money.”

“If‌⁠ you don’t want​ it…”

“Honestly,⁠​ I’m crazy too.‌‍ I love money‍​⁠ as well.”

Aria‌ smiled broadly.

“Let’s‍⁠ check those doors⁠‌‌ first.”

Behind​⁠⁠ the statue were​​ three doors marked‌ with symbols: a staff, a book,​‍ and a potion.​

“I⁠⁠ think I know‌​‍ what this is⁠‌‌ about.”

“Me⁠​⁠ too.”

They⁠⁠ opened the first.⁠‌‌

In⁠ the center of⁠‍ the empty room‍ was a staff‌‍​ as white as​⁠ snow.

Fernan‌ and Aria gulped.​​​

The⁠ magical power it‍‌‍ emitted and the‍‍⁠ engravings on its​‍‌ surface were top-tier.‌​ It clearly surpassed​‌ any staff they’d​ ever seen.

“…Let’s⁠⁠‌ move to the⁠⁠⁠ next room.”

The​ second, marked with⁠ the symbol of‌‍ a book, was‍‌ filled with shelves​​ of advanced magical‌​ treatises. Each one‍​ had the potential​⁠⁠ to revolutionize the‍‍‍ magical world.

“I’m​ not greedy. Can‌​ I just keep‍‌ the spirit summoning‌​ ones?”

“…That’s‍ fine.”

“A​ subspace bag will‍⁠ do…”

They‍​‌ took everything. Fernan⁠ even loaded up​‌​ the shelves, made⁠​⁠ of fine wood‍​ and engraved with​‍ preservation circles—a perfect‌⁠ luxury for nobles.⁠‌‍

The⁠⁠‌ third contained potions—large‌ quantities of high-grade‍‍​ healing and mana‌​​ elixirs.

“Perfect.”‍

With‍ that, they could‌ develop even better⁠ products. Fernan took‌​‌ them all, leaving⁠‍‍ some for Aria.‍

“Only‌‍‌ one thing left.”⁠

The‍‍⁠ dragon statue.

When‍‌​ he poured mana‌⁠ to check the‍​‍ floor, it repelled‍ him.

“There’s⁠ something here.”

“What’s​⁠‌ underneath?”

“Under‍‌‌ the statue. I can’t touch the⁠ ground. Aria, lift‌​‌ it with magic.”⁠

“Yes.”‍⁠‍

She‌‌ summoned a spirit‍ and lifted the‌​ statue.

“Careful.⁠ If it gets‍‍‌ damaged, it loses⁠⁠​ value.”

“That‍​​ warning is what​ scares me the‍‍ most.”

Fortunately,​⁠ Aria managed to‍‌‍ store it in‌​​ subspace without a problem.

Beneath‍‌ it was a small metal door⁠ with an inscription.‍

【Whoever⁠​‍ keeps the symbol‍​​ of the Cult⁠ until the end‍‍​ shall have the⁠ right to this.】​​

“…Keep⁠​ the symbol of⁠‍‍ the Cult?”

Aria​​⁠ looked at Fernan‍ with a strange⁠‌⁠ expression. The meaning‍ was clear—few would‌‌‍ take the statue,‌‌‍ and those who‍​ did would be⁠ proving true devotion.​‌

Of‌‍⁠ course, in Fernan’s‌‌ case, he only‍ wanted to sell⁠​ it to the‌‌ Cult.

“In⁠‍ the end, what⁠‌​ matters is getting‍ there, whether on⁠‍⁠ foot or on‍⁠ horseback.”

Fernan‍‍ ignored the warning‍‍‌ and opened the‍‌ door.

There‌⁠‍ was nothing except​‍ a panel shaped‌ like a hand.‍⁠

“What’s⁠​⁠ this?”

“Looks‌​ like it says⁠‌⁠ to place your⁠ hand.”

【Place​ your hand.】

“….”​​‍

It‍‍ was risky, but‌ he doubted this⁠‌‍ place had been‌​ built to kill​ its own.

“What‌⁠​ if you try‌​​ it and I take the staff?”‍

“Trying‌ to trick me,⁠ huh? What if‍ this is actually⁠ the valuable thing?”‌‍

“Well,​‍‌ life is a matter of luck⁠​ too.”

“Nonsense.”‍​

Fernan⁠​‍ placed his palm⁠‌‍ on it.

“First‍ we have to​‌⁠ see what it​ actually—”

Suddenly—⁠

────!​

A blinding light engulfed​⁠ him.

A surge of mana⁠ violently entered his​‌‍ magical circuits. His‍ heart pounded wildly.‌‍‍

The‌ pain was unbearable.‌‍‌

The‌⁠ brutal mana devoured‌​ his own mana,‌ spreading through his​ mana heart and​​‌ entire body.

Crack!⁠‌

His‍ skin tore, bones⁠‌‍ and muscles broke‍​​ and regenerated over⁠ and over again.‌‌

“Graaahhh!”‍⁠

“Fernan!”‌⁠

Aria‍‌ tried to approach,‍‌​ but the tide‍ of mana kept​ her away.

Then,​ on the wall,‌‍ the letters began​ changing in real⁠ time.

【You​​ have obtained…】

【You‍ have obtained the‌‍‍ Dragon Heart.】

【Congratulations‌ on obtaining the‍⁠‌ Dragon Heart.】

“Whaaaat?!”‌⁠

***‍​​

“…….”‍

Fernan‍‍ opened his eyes.‍‌

As‌⁠​ if the pain‌​‍ just moments ago‌‌ had been a lie, his body​‍‍ felt lighter than⁠ ever.

He⁠ calmly examined his‌ interior.

His‌‍‌ mana heart had‌ grown more than​ twice its size.​ The mana density​ was much higher,​ his muscles and‌ bones had strengthened⁠‍ like never before,‍⁠ and his mana⁠ circuits had vastly⁠​ expanded.

It‍ was like waking​ up after a good rest—his mind⁠‌⁠ was clear, and‌​‍ his body overflowed​‍‌ with strength.

But⁠​ that wasn’t all.‍

A massive amount of⁠ unabsorbed mana still⁠​ lingered throughout different‍​ parts of his⁠ body.

“Back​⁠‍ to consciousness?”

Aria’s‌⁠⁠ face suddenly appeared,‌⁠‍ blocking the light​​ from the magical⁠⁠‍ lamps above.

“…What​‌⁠ happened?”

“You​‌ absorbed a Dragon​‌⁠ Heart.”

“Dragon‌‌​ Heart…?”

“Yes,⁠​‌ look.”

【Congratulations‍‌ on obtaining the⁠​ Dragon Heart.】

The‌ message had changed​⁠‌ on the panel.‌

“…I⁠‌‍ got a Dragon⁠ Heart?”

“If⁠‍⁠ the one who⁠⁠‍ made this place​‍ wasn’t lying, then‌⁠ yes. And honestly,⁠⁠⁠ with that, the‌ very least you‍‌​ could do is​‍ give me the⁠ staff. Don’t you​‌ agree?”

“…If⁠ it really is‌ a Dragon Heart.”⁠

It‌​ pained him to‍‍‌ give it up,‍​​ but without Aria,⁠⁠‍ they wouldn’t have​⁠ made it through⁠ all those traps.​‌⁠

Besides,‍‌ she was also⁠ one of the‍⁠⁠ companions recognized by​​‍ the prophecy book⁠‍‍ alongside Aint, and⁠‌⁠ her growing stronger‍ wasn’t a bad‍ thing.

“You’d‌ know that better‍‍‍ than I would.​‌ How do you⁠ feel?”

“…Better⁠ than ever.”

He‍​‌ felt like he​⁠​ could easily become⁠⁠ the best in‌ the Academy, even‌​​ without artifact support.⁠​

“Seriously…‍⁠ this is amazing.”⁠‍‍

It‌‍​ felt like he’d​ been reborn.

“So,​ the staff is⁠​​ mine?”

“…Do‌⁠‍ what you want.”‍​‍

“Believe​‌ me, I’m being‌​⁠ generous. No matter⁠ how incredible that‌‍‍ staff is, it’ll‌​‍ never compare to‌‌ a Dragon Heart.”‌​

True.⁠ No elixir was‌‍ worth that much.‍

“But…‌⁠⁠ don’t you think‍ something’s odd? If​ it really was⁠⁠ a Dragon Heart,⁠⁠‌ my body shouldn’t‌‍ have been able‌ to withstand it.”​

“When​ you were absorbing⁠‍⁠ it, runes were‌⁠‍ glowing all over​⁠⁠ your body.”

“A​​​ magic that compensates‌​‍ for what’s lacking?”⁠​‌

“Probably.”‌‌

“If‌ that’s the case,‌⁠‌ it’s incredible. What​⁠ kind of being⁠‍​ was the first​‌ Pontiff of the‍ Dragon God Cult?”⁠‍‌

“Are⁠‌‌ you sure it‌ was him?”

“Just‍​​ a guess, for‌‍​ now.”

Fernan⁠ checked his body​‌ again and changed‌‌ his half-shredded clothes.​

“It‍‌ was totally worth‌ it. I don’t​​​ feel like these​‌ two weeks were⁠ wasted.”

If‌⁠⁠ anything, it couldn’t‌‌ be called a loss.

He’d‌​⁠ gained clarity from​‍‌ the traps, taken‍​⁠ countless grimoires and‍​⁠ potions, and now‍ a Dragon Heart.⁠⁠⁠ How could it‍ not be worth​⁠ it?

“…But,‍‌ thinking about it,‌​ doesn’t all this​ belong to the​​ Dragon God Cult?”​‍‌

“Things⁠‍‍ without owners belong⁠ to whoever finds‍‌ them first.”

“No‍​ matter how you⁠ look at it,‍ these seem like​ relics left by‌⁠‍ former pontiffs.”

“Listen​⁠​ carefully, Aria.”

Fernan​ grabbed her shoulders⁠ and looked her​​​ straight in the‌‌ eyes.

“Centuries‍⁠ have passed. After⁠ so long, no⁠ one can claim‌‌ ownership of something⁠ lost.”

“But‍​ we don’t know​⁠ if it’s been‍⁠⁠ centuries.”

“Then‍ are you going​‍⁠ to hand that‍​‍ staff over to⁠‍‌ the Cult?”

“Of‍‍‌ course not.”

“Then‍ remember this.”

We—‍​​

“Nothing‌ happened here.”

Nothing‌‍⁠ at all.

“…This‍ feels familiar.”

“What‌⁠ did I just​‌ say?”

“Nothing‌​ happened here.”

“Exactly.”‍⁠

“But​‌ then, what excuse‍‍ are you going​⁠ to use to‍ sell the white‍​ dragon statue? Weren’t‌‍​ you going to‌‌‌ say it was‍ made by the‌ first Pontiff?”

“…Damn⁠‍‍ it.”

Fernan​​ bit his lip.⁠⁠‍

If​⁠ it weren’t for‌ the Dragon Heart,​‌‌ he would’ve revealed⁠⁠ this place and⁠ sold everything at⁠‍⁠ an outrageous price⁠​⁠ using the backstory.⁠

‘I‍‌ might have to‍⁠‍ give up some‌​​ things, but I’ll‌ still sell the​‌⁠ statue at a high price. Though,​‌⁠ having absorbed the‍‍⁠ Dragon Heart, that’s​ no longer possible.’‍‌

Unless‍​ he destroyed the⁠ only proof.

“Aria,⁠ destroy that with‍ everything you’ve got.”‌‌

The‍‌ blast of wind‍ struck the panel⁠‌‍ with the inscription—but⁠ not a single​​ scratch appeared.

Fernan‍‍ tried to deform​ the metal—no success.​‍

Even‍​‍ with his newfound‌ power, beyond simple​‌​ rebirth from the‌‍​ Dragon Heart, he⁠​ couldn’t alter it.​​⁠

And​‍‌ he understood.

That​⁠ simple-looking mechanism hid‍ extremely high-level magic.‍⁠

And​‍ also—

“…It’s‌‍ adamantite.”

He⁠ realized the material.‍⁠

“Huh?”​​‍

“It’s‌‍​ pure adamantite, 100%.‍​ Not an alloy‍ or anything. They‌ engraved runes to‍⁠‍ fix it in​ place.”

Insanity.⁠

He‌ wanted to take‍​ it, but lacked‍⁠ the ability. He‌‍ had never hated⁠‍ his own limits‍​ so much.

“We’ll⁠‍ have to come‍‌‍ back later. Until‌‍‌ I can rip‌‌‍ it out, this‍⁠‌ stays a secret.”​‌

“If⁠​​ it’s not Archmage-level,‍​ it seems impossible—but‍ understood.”

The⁠​ place was left‌‍ empty. Only darkness‌​ remained.

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